o wat ye wha's in yon tow
tune—“i'll gang nae mair to yon toun.”
chorus—o wat ye wha's in yon town,
ye see the e'enin sun upon,
the dearest maid's in yon town,
that e'ening sun is shining on.
oly down yon gay green shaw,
he wanders by yon spreading tree
how blest ye flowers that round her blaw,
ye catch the glances o' her e'e!
o wat ye wha's, c.
how blest ye birds that round her sing,
and wele in the blooming year
and doubly wele be the spring,
the season to my jeanie dear.
o wat ye wha's, c.
the sun blinks blythe on yon town,
among the broomy braes sae gree
ut my delight in yon town,
and dearest pleasure, is my jean.
o wat ye wha's, c.
without my fair, not a' the charm
o' paradise could yield me joy
ut give me jeanie in my arm
and wele lapland's dreary sky!
o wat ye wha's, c.
my cave wad be a lover's bower,
thing winter rent the air
and she a lovely little flower,
that i wad tent and shelter there.
o wat ye wha's, c.
o sweet is she in yon town,
the sinkin, sun's gane down upo
a fairer than's in yon town,
his setting beam ne'er shone upon.
o wat ye wha's, c.
if angry fate is sworn my foe,
and suff'ring i am doom'd to bear
i careless quit aught else below,
ut spare, o spare me jeanie dear.
o wat ye wha's, c.
for while life's dearest blood is warm,
ae thought frae her shall ne'er depart,
and she, as fairest is her form,
he has the truest, ki heart.
o wat ye wha's, c.
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